Hand feed the bears and pet the buffaloes
In 1957 at Yellowstone, I had an excellent front row seat watching some imbecile with no shirt running for his life for about a half mile after he tried approaching 2 small bear cubs. The dude failed to see Momma Bear in the brush about 20 yards away and the chase was on. Of course, my Dad turned it into an object lesson with " Well, son, that's why you don't feed the bears." The look of horror on the dudes face is still etched in my brain while he was turning and burning trying to get away from Mama. Still funny to this day.
